AN: So, Jessica doesn't really have an outfit because she's not too involved, but I hope you enjoy.

I'm so ready for this, it's the first time we really get to see Jess again.

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The next morning, Jessica Lynne was staring a the cement ceiling of the cell she was trapped in, hands bound by leather creating red marks along her skin.

The cold ceramic on her bare back pierced through her skin, causing her to shake violently with tremors. Her body was drenched in cold sweat, only being covered with a simple pair of black trousers and sports bra.

Her hair was plastered against her forehead as her eyes were wide in what she would only be able to describe as a dark numbness.

The woman had been captured for twenty-five thousand, four hundred and fourteen days, though she didn't know it.

In fact, Jessica didn't know -or remember, that is- most of anything anymore.

Jessica was shaken from her numbing thoughts as a male voice entered the room, the woman immediately closing her eyes as tears began involuntarily streaming down her temples.

"Oh, Jessie, are you ready to play?" Brock Rumlow smirked as he hovered over her, taking her chin between two fingers.

Jessica's eyes burst open as she growled, "Fucking touch me and I'll find a way to kill you in your sleep."

Rumlow smirked, "Oh, soldier, you know what happens when you retaliate. Your little friend gets hurt."

"Don't touch him," Jessica cried a dry sob, "Please don't touch, Bucky."

"It's so sweet that you after all this time you still love your best friend. He barely remembers you, Jessie. At least both of you don't remember the other guy. He's a tool, but I think you liked it," Rumlow chuckled, running a finger down Jessica's shaking lips.

She shook her head, "I don't know what you're talking about."

"Think really hard, Jessie," Rumlow pressed his fingers against Jessica's temples, causing her to yelp, "It's in that pretty little brain of yours."

"I don't know!" Jessica repeated as he yelled, saying, "I know you do, Jessie! Think hard."

Between every syllable he pressed his hands to her head harder, screaming at her once more before raising her head up and bashing it against the ceramic table. Jessica let out a cry, pain spreading throughout the base of her skull as blood pooled in her hair.

Rumlow grabbed her head again and Jessica's jaw clenched as her eyes glowed a bright blue. The man made a disappointed sound as he waved a finger causing her to let out a growl before closing her eyes.

When she opened them again, they were back to her normal green and Rumlow smirked, saying, "Good, Jessie. You know what will happen if you use those pretty little eyes with me. Your little friend will get extra time in that electric chair and you'll have to watch."

When Jessica didn't say anything, Rumlow hummed, running his finger down her bare shoulders and arms, "It is a shame. You're quite beautiful. Which is why I need you to remember so I don't hurt that pretty head of yours anymore."

"I don't know what you want," Jessica shook her head, eyes finally meeting his, "Just don't hurt him again."

Rumlow sighed before he walked across the room, Jessica's breathing laboring as she began struggling on the table she was held down on. Her eyes were widened as Rumlow turned around, holding a syringe filled with a bright yellow liquid and a mouth guard to suppress her screaming.

Jessica cried, wrists and ankles being rubbed raw from her panic, "Please, no. I'm telling the truth."

"Oh, Jessie, I know," Rumlow placed his rough, calloused palm on her head to hold her down as he forced the rubber mouth guard between her teeth, "Which is why I'm going to have so much fun doing this."

Jessica clenched her jaw around it as she braced herself for the burning pain she was about to endure, stomach spasming as Rumlow inserted the needle into her neck. She let out a murder worthy scream in agony against the rubber, body arching from the table as her blood felt like it was boiling.

The man above her laughed as her eyes rolled back into her head, body shaking as tears streamed down her temples into her hair. He grabbed her jaw and removed the mouth guard, Jessica's head moving to the side as her eyes flickered back and forth.

It felt like everything she had ever known came flooding back, the man's face she had seen with Bucky the night before crossing her vision as she was seeing everything for the first time.

She let out an erratic breath, a burning sensation pricking at her lungs and trachea as she did so.

"Steve," She panted, visions of her life racing back as her fingers twitched, "Steve."

Rulmow made a false sound of awe, "Did you remember the Captain? You remember all the days with him?"

Jessica cried as he continued, "Even knocked you up, didn't he? At least that's what the report says when we had a doctor examine you. Said you lost-"

"-Stop!" Jessica screamed, arms thrashing as she pried to pry her hands from her bounds to press against her ears.

Rumlow shook his head, licking his lips as he said, "You really are weak, aren't you? No wonder he left you and your kid."

Jessica whimpered as Rumlow pressed his hand against her neck where he had inserted the serum they had designed especially for the woman, not wanting to take every memory of hers so they had leverage over her with Bucky.

They only took away her memories of Steve.

"You're gonna be here for a long time, Jessie. Get used to it."

The man then turned on his heel and grabbed the other syringe filled with the opposite serum, slamming it down into her arm causing her to let out a loud growl. Her eyes flashed blue once more and Rumlow laughed, raising a finger and pointing to the security camera in the corner.

"You do that and your boy Buck gets zapped more," He pressed his thumb against the plunger of the syringe, the bright red liquid entering Jessica's bloodstream.

Jessica screamed once more, feeling the same burning feeling she had earlier as her legs involuntary began kicking against the leather restraints on her ankles.

"Steve!"

Concurrently, the said man was walking toward Alexander Pierce's office when he saw his neighbor, Kate, causing him to hold back a groan.

"Captain Rogers," The woman greeted, walking past him. He didn't turn as he coldly replied, "Neighbor."

Steve continued his way to Pierce who greeted the man, saying, "Oh, Captain. I'm Alexander Pierce."

They briefly shook hands and Steve gave him a tight-lipped smile as he said, "Sir, it's an honor."

"The honor's mine, Captain," Alexander shook him off, turning a bit toward his office, "My father served in the 101st. Come on in."

Steve followed the SHIELD director into his office, the man handing him a photo of Nick Fury and himself when they were younger.

When he noticed Steve's look, he spoke, saying, "That photo was taken five years after Nick and I met, when I was at State Department in Bogota."

Steve stood in the middle of the room as Alexander took off his suit coat, hanging it from the back of his chair as he continued, "E.L.N. rebels took the embassy and security got me out, but the rebels took hostages. Nick was deputy chief for the SHIELD station there. And he comes to me with a plan. He wants to storm the building through the sewers."

Alexander made his way over to him, "I said, "No, we'll negotiate." Turned out the ELN didn't negotiate, so they put out a kill order. They stormed the basement, and what did they find? They find it empty."

The man placed a file in his hand on the table before them, sitting down prompting Steve to do the same.

Steve was quiet as Pierce continued, "Nick had ignored my direct order and carried out an unauthorized military operation on foreign soil. He saved the lives of a dozen political officers, including my daughter."

"So you gave him a promotion," Steve concluded. Alexander nodded, shrugging a bit, "I've never had any cause to regret it."

Steve gave him a small and awkward grin, pursing his lips for a moment afterwards.

Alexander Pierce sniffed before saying, "Captain, why was Nick in your apartment last night?"

"I don't know," Steve answered after a moment, not knowing why Fury had chosen him to seek refuge to.

The man had questioned it all night.

Why me?

Steve understood that, yes, he was Captain America, but what else did he have to offer that the other SHIELD agents didn't?

Nick Fury could have gone to Chess' home where Natasha held a permanent residence at; after all, he was closer to the former assassin that him.

"Did you know it was bugged?" Pierce questioned, making Steve meet his eyes once more. He nodded, "I did, because Nick told me"

"Did he tell you he was the one who bugged it?"

Steve was quiet for a moment and Pierce moved, pressing a few buttons to bring up a computer on the wall.

"I want you to see something."

Steve turned a video recording flashed on the small screen on the wall, seeing one of the pirates he had encountered the previous morning.

He listened as the interrogator said, "Who hired you, Batroc?"

"Is that live?" Steve questioned, quirking a brow toward his superior. Alexander nodded, "Yeah, they picked him up last night in a not-so-safe house in Algiers."

"Are you saying his a suspect? Assassination isn't Batroc's line."

Alexander almost scoffed, "No, no. It's more complicated than that. Batroc was hired anonymously to attack the Lemurian Star and he was contacted by e-mail and paid by wire transfer. And then the money was run through seventeen fictitious accounts."

Steve turned to him as he finished, "The last one going to a holding company that was registered to a Jacob Veech."

Pierce handed Steve a file as he gave him a confused look, "Am I supposed to know who that is?"

"Not likely. Veech died six years ago. His last address was 14-35 Elmhurst Drive. When I first met Nick his mother lived at 14-37," He finally explained, making Steve look up from the file of the deceased man.

Steve furrowed his brows, pausing his search through the file, "Are you saying Fury hired the pirates? Why?"

"The prevailing theory was that the hijacking was a cover for the acquisition and sale of classified intelligence," He sighed, "The sale went sour and that led to Nick's death."

"If you really knew Nick Fury you'd know that's not true," Steve spoke after a moment, choosing his words wisely.

Alexander nodded, lips unconsciously moving to a small smirk, "Why do you think we're talking?"

He then stood, pointing toward the window outlooking toward Washington D.C, making Steve do the same as he listened.

"See, I took a seat on the Council not because I wanted to but because Nick asked me to, because we were both realists," He leaned on his window, taking in the view, "We knew that despite all the diplomacy and the handshaking and the rhetoric, that to build a really better world sometimes means having to tear the old one down. And that makes enemies."

Alexander turned back toward Steve, the man taking in his now sharp tone as they locked eyes. He examined his body language unconsciously, noting that the man seemed both nervous and angry but hid it with authority.

"Those people that call you dirty because you got the guts to stick your hands in the mud and try to build something better. And the idea that those people could be happy today, makes me really, really angry."

His voice almost turned dark as he hesitated a moment, "Captain, you were the last one to see Nick alive. I don't think that's an accident, and I don't think you do either. So I'm gonna ask again, why was he there?"

"He told me not to trust anyone," Steve relented, shoulders rolling back as his blue eyes narrowed.

Alexander Pierce hummed, "I wonder if that included him."

Steve's jaw clenched as he let out a long breath, not wishing to continue the conversation he was having.

"I'm sorry. Those were his last words. Excuse me."

Steve turned on his heel and picked up his shield he had placed down when he entered the room, placing it on his pack as he began walking away.

Alexander calling his name made him stop, listening to the man as he said, "Captain, Somebody murdered my friend and I'm gonna find out why. Anyone gets in my way, they're gonna regret it. Anyone."

Steve's head tilted to the side a bit as took in Alexander's threat, simply narrowing his eyes as his voice held annoyance.

"Understood."

Steve quickly turned and left the man's office, only wanting to go back home and read Jessica's grimoire as he pressed the button to the elevator to leave the building.

His hands gripped onto the handrails tightly, knuckles turning white as he grew angrier at the situation at hand.

He shook his head out toward the Potomac River, jaw clenched as he whispered to himself, "It would all be so much easier if she was here."

He then raised his voice, speaking to the SHIELD computer, "Operations Control."

"Confirmed."

Before the elevator could shut, a hand came between the doors, making Steve turn to see Rumlow enter with several SHIELD agents.

The man was speaking to them, saying, "Keep all STRIKE personnel on site."

He then commanded the SHIELD computer to take them to the forensic floor before he acknowledged Steve, inwardly smirking at the fact that he had just gotten back from torturing Jessica in secret.

"Rumlow," Steve turned, folding his hands in front of him.

It was quiet as the doors closed once more, the elevator easily gliding down the building quickly.

It was broken when Rumlow turned his head toward Steve, humor wiped from his face as he said, "Evidence Response found some fibers on the roof they want us to see. You want me to get the tac-team ready?"

"No, lets wait and see what it is first," Steve cleared his throat, a feeling of unease cramping his abdomen.

"Right."

A shiver ran up his back as he noticed one of the agents touching his weapons suspiciously, outwardly remaining calm as he was taught many years ago. He looked forward once more as the elevator stopped, taking in the multitude of SHIELD agents entering all at once.

He shifted to make more space for the men, looking to Rumlow as the man turned to him and said, "I'm sorry about what happened with Fury. Messed up, what happened to him."

"Thank you," Steve simply nodded, looking back forward as the queasy feeling returned.

The man's thoughts were moving one hundred miles a minute, a memory of Jessica flooding back to him.

"What is it like?" Steve questioned, arm wrapped around Jessica's shoulders as they walked throughout the base they were placed at.

Jessica looked up at him, auburn brow raised, "What is what like?"

"The whole banshee side," Steve simplified his question, "What does it feel like? What warns you that something bad is going to happen?"

"Oh," Jessica's mouth made an "O" shape. She was quiet for a moment and Steve began stuttering, saying, "I'm sorry. Forget I asked."

Jessica chuckled, "Hero, you're completely fine. I was only trying to figure out how to explain it."

Steve's cheeks flamed and Jessica laughed, leaning her head on his chest as they stopped in front of a large willow tree. The woman smiled at the tree, her fingers unconsciously running up and down Steve's side as she took it in.

"It's difficult to explain," Jessica whispered, making Steve look down at her as her eyes remained forward, "I just... feel it. In the bottom of my stomach, goosebumps on my skin or a rush of cold air down my spine. I can feel the heat of the whispers on my ears, prickling my skin as my own intakes involuntarily."

She licked her red lips, finally meeting his eyes, "My heart clenches the moment it happens and I just feel the hopeless numbing racing up my toes to my fingers. It's just... knowing. The whispers get louder and it seems like they chant until it happens."

"For us normal folk, that's called intuition," Steve commented, earning a nose wrinkle from Jessica.

She rolled her eyes at him, "I'm serious. That's the best way I can describe it. I can feel when the energy shifts. It's like the Earth is speaking over a static radio, or something."

Steve kissed the top of her head, whispering against her hair, "Well, you let me know when you have that feeling. I'll make sure nothing happens."

"You better be prepared for the feeling on your own. I may not always be there to tell you to be in tune with the quiet synchronicities. Trust your gut, Steve. It's always right."

Steve was shaken from his thoughts as he now knew exactly what Jessica had been speaking of, anxiety pricking at his stomach and fingertips. He watched as a drop of sweat glided down the SHIELD agents' temple beside him, eyes bouncing around the others with him.

The elevator stopped once more and three other SHEILD agents entered, the door shutting as one of them said, "Records."

"Confirmed."

The tense air was thick until Steve realized he was surrounded, prompting him to speak aloud, simply saying, "Before we get started, does anyone want to get out?"

There was a moment's pause before an electric rod fell from one of the agent's sleeves, the man turning to shock Steve in the abdomen. Steve kicked the man as the sound of electricity filled the glass room, causing him to fall to the ground before the others surrounding him grabbed onto him tightly.

One agent hit the emergency button on the elevator to stop it from moving as Steve grunted, his former team grabbing his wrists to restrain him. He growled as a magnetic cuff was placed around his wrist, struggling to fight against the magnetic attraction from the elevators supports.

Steve suddenly forced his elbow back, pushing several agents into the glass and sending them to the floor. He then punched the man in front of him in the throat, a gasping noise leaving him before he fell back.

He then grabbed the man that had attempted to wrap his arms around his neck, yelling as he threw him forward into another man. Steve grunted as his arm was kicked into the air, the magnetic cuff around his wrist sending him into the wall due to the magnets attraction.

Rumlow swung toward him with the electric rod, Steve gasping in pain as electricity made the muscles in his back spasm. He suddenly elbowed the man off of him, hitting another and causing him to stumble into Rumlow.

Steve kicked a man over before grabbing their neck and hitting their head into the railing, knocking them out as he dropped them to the floor. He blocked a punch from another agent, twisting their arm and pushed it into their chest as a loud crack erupted from his bone.

He quickly turned around and used his body weight to send him to the ground, successfully pushing the magnetic cuff from the wall and freeing him from his restraints. Steve spun around, grabbing another agent and throwing them across the elevator where he hit his head on the glass causing blood to smear where he fell limp.

"Whoa, big guy," Rumlow panted, standing from the ground with the electric rods out in front of him, "I just want you to know, Cap, this ain't personal."

Rumlow suddenly swung at Steve and the said man ducked, punching him in the leg harshly making the man yelp. The ex-SHIELD agent turned and dragged the electric rod along Steve's stomach, causing him to let out a cry of pain.

Steve grabbed Rumlow's arms and threw him up in the air, sending him into the ceiling with a loud crack. The force of the hit immediately knocked Brock Rumlow unconscious, Steve panting as he tried to regain his breath from his strenuous fight.

"It kind of feels personal," Steve breathlessly said, rolling his shoulders as the tension from the fight strained his muscles.

The man brought his foot down on his shield, the vibranium ridden saucer flying up onto the arm of his suit. He used it to break the magnetic cuff on his wrist, moving to press the emergency button on the elevator that previously paused the form of transportation.

Steve gasped back as dozens of supposed STRIKE agents surrounded the area, one yelling, "Drop the shield and put your hands into the air."

Captain America didn't think before he used his shield to break the glass to get to the elevator pullies, sending the elevator down. Sparks bounced off of the metal as it forcefully stopped, Steve grunting as he pushed the doors open to see more STRIKE agents approaching him.

He forced them back closed, eyes flickering back and forth in thought before looking out of the elevator, seeing glass beneath him. Steve ignored the yells of the STRIKE agents, turning around before jumping out of the window with his shield in front of him.

Glass sliced at his skin as he fell through the ceiling of the building below, a grunt of pain escaping his lips as he hit the ground floor. Gasps of agents echoed throughout the room as he pushed himself up, the man running off as Jessica's voice rang through his ears.

"Trust your gut, Steve. It's always right."

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AN: You guys, I'm so excited for the next chapter? Shit is about to get real.

Also, to clear some things up: Yes, Jessica remembers Bucky. They developed a special serum to only erase the memories of Steve and use that as a form of torture.

Watching her relive every memory regarding Steve is painful enough along with the pain of the serum itself. Bringing her memories back and erasing them again is what she gets when she's not forced to watch Bucky be tortured himself.

Fun right? (Note the sarcasm)